Confessions of a Grandma

Google image My sister-in-law and friend, Jean, was here for a weekend visit.  Since it was pouring for most of the day on Friday, we mostly did indoor things.  We went out to lunch, poked around an antique/50's vintage store, visited the Lake Champlain Chocolates factory.  In the evening we decided to go to a movie.  We picked Beatriz at Dinner. Here's what Rotten Tomatoes has to say about the movie: Beatriz (Salma Hayek), an immigrant from a poor town in Mexico, has drawn on her innate kindness to build a career as a health practitioner in Los Angeles. Doug Strutt (John Lithgow) is a cutthroat, self-satisfied billionaire. When these two opposites meet at a dinner party, their worlds collide and neither will ever be the same.  They gave it four stars for its "timely social commentary" and powerful acting. Well, if you like your timely social commentary delivered with a sledge hammer to the head, I suppose I can see the rating.  But you can save...

I was innocently eating an apple when my grandson let out a cry of disbelief. What's wrong? I have to get an apple so I can show you how to eat one! You take a bite, chew, swallow, take another bite.  It's not rocket science. You're holding it wrong.  I can'f believe you don't know how to eat an apple, Grandma! Holding it wrong? Well, the lad has definite ideas about the proper way of orienting an apple as you move it toward the mouth and take a bite. For decades now I have held an apple -- thumb on the blossom end, fingers on the stem end -- and bit into it so that my thumb and fingers would line up along the corners of my mouth. Even toddlers know how to do it. Dane, on the other hand, thinks the apple should be stem up and blossom end down. I guess some people agree. In any case, I guess an apple a day will keep the doctor away.

Oh, there is this blinding ball of light in the sky!  Whatever could it be? I am watching the lawnmower service busy outside.  One guy with a weed whacker and another on a huge lawn tractor.  The grass was indeed very high, but the ground is so saturated I don't quite understand how that large mower is not sinking and making ruts. In truth, I would rather be sipping my coffee and watching the rabbits cavorting on the lawn.  They are ever so much cuter and quieter. ----- I went with a friend to see author Howard Norman do a reading from his new book, My Darling Detective, at the bookstore in Montpelier. The reading was intriguing enough to make me purchase the book on the spot.  It is billed on the back cover reviews as "an homage to noir." ----- I hope every one is enjoying Linda's garden tours .  I will show you why I am always in such awe of her photos of Washington state gardens: Only one iris bud and one peony bud! ...